Old Church Tower at Nuenen
(or "The Peasants' Churchyard)
Ever again, though we've learned the landscape of love
and the lament in the churchyard's names
and the terrible, silent abyss where the others have fallen;
ever again we walk out, two together,
under the ancient trees, ever again find a place
among the wildflowers, under heaven's gaze.
Uncollected Poems
We are never alone and can find beauty always, no matter what may be going on. We can always choose again.
ReplyDeleteThe sanctity of lovers was anointed in the late Middle Ages, for us Westerners at least, with grand parallels painted between the altar and crystal bed ... Love is what returns to Eden, its poetry, its fiction, each pair repeating the entire liturgy, for better and worse, failing in all the ways you'll find in the epitaphs which are written on the headboard of this and that bed, finding fresh ways to spell rapture, the bite of the apple so sweet, so naked, so dangerous ... Loved this ... Brendan
ReplyDelete"ever again we walk out, two together": such a beautiful line and so open to multiple interpretations, though Love first and foremost.
ReplyDeleteI actually found this very dark and depressing and I'm not sure why. the words don't imply such a need but it gave me a feeling of death, not wildflowers or heaven
ReplyDeleteI feel it is about two people growing old together and once they are old they are waiting to go to heaven with each other.
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